I hate you Kazuha, I hate you.. I hate how I love you. Please repair me, for me to love on how I love you. "Why do you sound so familiar like the cat I found in the streets.. why do I not hate how much I love him? Maybe its because..." Art not mine.

What's more entrancing than getting your monthly paycheck? Spending that paycheck. Spending on what, exactly? Fake, unrealistic love that can only happen in one place--host bars. Like drugs, alcohol, cigarettes; love can be addicting, too. Addicted to the ever-elusive "after-party", addicted to the faint outline of true love pulling away at the last second; leaving him craving for more. eh just another book i wanted to write because why not honestly I'm already procrastinating on my other kazuscara book #1 in kazuhaxscaramouche #12 in ship Cover art/design by me